To err is human, to meow, divine

 This post is delayed because I had an issue with my tablet.

The fireplace is off, so she's being all irrational, saying she has short hair and she deserves nice things. Not my things, Oswin, dammit!

Anyway, after we bit of fighting, I got her off and here I am.

The door was closed, as usual, but this time I don't remember carrying any toys. I bet is that other stupid cat messing with my system.

Or is my memory going? I'm 12 years old after all. Maybe I carried that avocado. I guess we'll never know. Fine, Ash gets to live another day. And I might be 12 but I'm still fabulous and a tiny kitten.

Yesterday was a lazy day, it was gray and meh, no sunny spot to lay on. I took a shower, screamed some, shook on Ash, requested pets while soaked then went to lay by the fire.

Oswin's beans try to upstage me. That cat just ruins everything. I have beans too, and they are as equally adorable! Bet that's why she was trying to sabotage my blog.

We also had some giant things visit us. They look more like us than Assholes, but they have horns. Ash was all ekekekekekekek, but I have been around the block and nothing fazes me.

I think Ash annoyed him into leaving with all his ridiculous noises. 

Also look at those ghosts, the Assholes are so immature. Should I say any more? I want the earth to split and swallow me when I think about people referring to my house as "the house with the ghosts". Seriously??? It should be "the house with that fabulous calico kitten". Didn't you get the memo? Halloween is over!

If you zoom into that pic, you'll see me napping in protest. Anyway, that's my house. I was proud of it until they put the ghosts up. Without my permission. I'm not that tacky.

Ugh, assholes.